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Dreams [Nov. 7th, 2011|10:53 am]
I went to bed far too early this morning, which probably explained why I dreamed unusually as I did.

I was with people that I do not consciously remember knowing in my waking hours. We were walking through a forest - or we just started in the middle of the scene as we were walking through the forest - discussing animals and stalking.

Being the kind and generous person that I am, I offered to show them how to stalk an animal. I'm quite sure that the way I did it in my dreams, is not how it works in real life, but I bore with it, mostly because, hey, it's a dream. Weird/unusual/notquiteright stuff happens all the time there.

(( If I ever want to get lucid dreaming under control, I should let that sort of stuff be a warning to me, but most of the time, I'm like "Oh, hey, that looks fun/not annoying/not boring, let's go with that!" Seufz. ))

I saw a bird, a lion - that did not look like a lion, I don't think, but my sleeping brain insisted it was a lion - and a snake. A cobra, to be precise. I was an idiot and - having recently read Joe Navarro's "What Every BODY Is Saying" espied the cobra being aggravated and hooding at me, so I - hooded back.

Dumb move.

It .. well, it didn't move aggressively enough for me to consider it an actual attack - not fast or in a manner consistent with normal cobra attacks as I remember them from television, bless my personally inexperienced little socks - but it wrapped around what turned out to be my arm - the camera angle went all weird there for a second - and bit me in the hand. Twice.

After that, it must have buggered off, because I do not recall seeing it in the subsequent scenes. I got something - a tincture of some sort? - to treat the immediate discolouration and swelling that occurred as a result of the cobra's bite.

I'm not entirely certain this is actually what a cobra's bite does, but the pockets of swelling and discolouration disappeared to my eyes after that. Other people - in my dream - insisted it was still there.

I was still on my way to a cure - apparently needing it and figuring I was hallucinating that they'd gone away or something - when I stopped being aware of my dreams. Must've woken up further then. Ooh, or maybe it comes in installments. :D

Or figuring that they were hallucinations was wrong and the dream aborted, annoyed that I'd made the wrong conclusions. XD;
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Want to piss me off? [Aug. 14th, 2011|10:56 am]
[mood |JUST. FINE.]

Ask me to go somewhere with you, and then casually state we'll be taking my (company's) car, because I "practically drive for free anyway."

Go ahead. I dare you.

Keeping me as your friend; YOU'RE DOING IT WRONG.
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ABS-system, meet sharp turn. [Aug. 12th, 2011|04:34 pm]
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[mood |educational]

Keep in mind, I know how to drive a car, and little more than that.

But as it turns out, the ABS system installed in newer cars (or at least, the one installed in my (2011) car functions fine. As long as you don't try and use it in sharp turns.

Guess what I did! 8D (Well, it was sort of an emergency, I mean, it's not like I went into that turn at too high a speed on purpose.)

The thing is, if you depress the brake-pedal, the car nose-dives a little, causing the back of the car to lift off the ground slightly. When going straight-forward, this is not a problem. When turning, this means your car will decide to play balle-fucking-rina.

I made a neat slide about four lanes over - which, thankfully, were present at the time, and didn't hit any other traffic, because there wasn't any traffic there at the time - until my car had enough grip again and I could move to the right lane. Which was not all the way on the left, regardless of where my car had decided to get to.

Is this what you call drifting? I guess it's kind of funny in retrospect. XD At the time it was more like "Hm, my car is not responding like I thought it would. This might be a problem.."

Obviously, I didn't hit anything, and I didn't get hurt, so! Lucky me.

In case it happens again in the future, I can tell you that, if you hit the brakes sharply and you find your car drifting, is to stop depressing the brake-pedal. Your car will level out again, so the back-wheels will be able to get more grip on the road once more, and when it's done that, you can hit the brakes again.

I forgot to ask if I was to continue continue brake-release brake-brake-release brake-brake if you're still in the turn but I suppose that'd make the most sense. And if you're going straight forward, you can hit the brakes full on again.

This concludes our daily dose of Driving Dangerously! Tune in next time for tips on how to extract yourself easiest from a wrecked car!



(I'm kidding. Though I totally will write a how to if I ever get in that situation, because I'm a huge fan of manuals and spreading information.)
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Wearing clothes that I like invariably leads to comments like this; [Apr. 21st, 2011|08:01 pm]
"You know," said my colleague to me, "Wearing this, you look even thinner than you are."

"I think it's the other way around, actually," I told him, "Usually, I look fatter than I am."

It's a good thing he didn't see what I was wearing yesterday, then, because I wore black and black is slimming. Either way, he didn't really know how to respond to that and wandered off. XD

It is 'accepted knowledge', after all, that anyone this thin is anorexic/bulemic/you-name-it-she-probably-has-it.


If they knew how much effort being neurotic about weight/puking every so often because you feel guilty about eating actually is, they wouldn't say those things.

Also, with the way my stomach is built, I'd be the worst anolemicwhat'sit ever. XD
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Hmmm.. [Nov. 6th, 2010|11:56 am]
To smoke my last Panther Dessert for my birthday/last day at work, or for New Year's?

I'll probably smoke it on my birthday/last day at work. Yay for new jobs!

Boo for the hassle that comes with them. XD;

Hurry up, you stupid digital autograph!
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This morning [Jul. 8th, 2010|11:19 pm]
I fell down the stairs.

My tailbone is very unimpressed with me right now. So much, even, that I had trouble breathing in my stomach at first, and my body aches when I sneeze, because apparently, EVERYTHING is CONNECTED and parts that I was not aware of EXPAND WHEN YOU SNEEZE.

The body is a wondrous thing, though I'd obviously prefer it ached less.

I landed at the bottom of the stairs, ached there, realized I'd missed my bus and got the bro to take me to the station. Missed the train, missed the stop-train, took the next intercity and was fifteen minutes late.

The rest of the day was okay, though, cause a butterfly came flying underneath my cap and I got a wireless router to take home for testing.

There were some people - young people with nothing better to than hang outside the church making a lot of noise, ruckus and a mess of things - who called me 'Lotte' for some reason, until I gave them a queer look for it.

They wanted to know what my name was if it wasn't Lotte. Told 'em to just use 'Lotte', then I could just ignore it because, HAHA, that's not my name.

My cynicism says this has something to do with the girls who took pictures of me and my co-worker two days ago..
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I saw iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit! [Jun. 23rd, 2010|10:24 pm]
[mood |jubilantjubilant]


This morning, while I was waiting for the bus, I found some good prints in the sand of the newly-erected (shut up, it's a good word) bus-stop. They belonged to one of the children of our village, who goes along with her dad to his work every so often.

They probably have a daycare arrangement or whatever.


I was looking at the tracks and I didn't see a whole lot of movement - as in, I couldn't reall tell that a lot of pressure was being exerted to go one way in particular - but there were tracks in succession.



Despite that, the overbearing presence of an excess of sunlight put me in a pretty crappy mood regardless for a good time of the day.

I'm feeling better now that it's not so bright anymore.

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But seriously [Jun. 17th, 2010|03:21 pm]
I don't think people understand the empowering sensation of being able to create fire with self-made tools. I'm not talking about your own zippo here that you can refill all by yourself. I'm talking about four pieces of tools that you can make on your own and then use to create fire. Two if you want to go the hard way.

It's a very positive experience, and despite it being seen as a snappy one-liner, I definitely recommend this for anybody, regardless of whether they're depressed or not.

It's good soul-food.

In other news, I went home yesterday and went to bed only to wake up today. I thought I felt okay, so went outside for a while. Up until I nearly fainted, it was pretty fun, admittedly.
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Work Update of Obviously No Importance [Jun. 11th, 2010|09:27 pm]
So I was going to go see my boss today, for a "chat."

I show up, but boss man had already gone home.

I emailed him, informing him of this fact and followed suit.

Ha ha, boss man. Ha ha.
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Medical Update Of Negligible Content! [Jun. 11th, 2010|11:00 am]
I went to the doc's yesterday, and was told to return today for some bloodletting. It seems they were running low. *snerks*

Anyway, they took about eight tubes of my blood - I didn't count - for anaemia, B12 deficiency, liverfunction, kidneyfunction, sugar, the grow hormone thing in your head, and, and, and.

I don't know, I didn't pay much attention to what they were taking it for, really. I just wanted to know why the hell it was making that 'vzhzhzhzhzhzhz' sound. XD; It's apparently possible with thin veins - what else is new - that they try to suck themselves closed.

Lol, I suck. XD Or, well, parts of me do. 8)

Going to hear what's what come Tuesday.

I rang my work today, and they requested I drop by sometime around four or five-ish. So I'll be leaving here around two. I suppose it's the whole 'when do you think you'll be back' speech, coupled with the civil disobedience one in regards to my griping about the chicken coop they've presented us with and its ergonomical likeness of a shoebox.

Oh well.

Until that time, though, I'm going to go and snooze some more.
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